The Italian Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

Marco walked in carrying another box. He looked around before letting out a low whistle. “I’ve seen drug deals with less planning than this.” Alessio adjusted one of the flower arrangements by a fraction of an inch. “It has to be perfect.” Marco stared. “You know…” He folded his arms with a grin. “The man who terrifies half of Italy is nervous because of one woman.” Without looking away from the altar, Alessio answered quietly, “She’s the only person whose opinion still makes me nervous.”

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

You'll be lucky enough, and others will envy you if he even glances in your direction; that's how his presence screams. That's how a bachelor and a business magnate, Giovanni Alastair Rossi, scream. "You're so full of yourself, Sir. But like other girls around fantasizing about you, of course I do too. You're a real deal, Mr. Rossi, and I want to gummble." Annika was really persistent, based on her tone toward Giovanni. She really wants to have something to deal with too, and rolling my eyes right now makes me bored for what I just witnessed.

She asked afterwards. "This is called Jasmine, this red one is called Susan and this yellow one is called black eyed Susan" the old woman used her hands to point the flowers as she replied Valerie before going back to the question about Martin. "You know Martin don't really come here every time, he has a big company at Italy and he's always there for some work" she replied and Valerie narrowed her eyes. Italy and work? He goes there to work but has a dark clan here in Mexico so was he also a Mafia there? How come Haunter has told her nothing about it.

“Five fucking years you’ve been feeding Drago everything. My routes. My people. My wife’s schedule. Everything.” Romano spat blood onto Matteo’s shirt. “You made it easy, boss. One fiery girl walks through the wrong door and the great Matteo Bellini starts thinking with his cock instead of his head. Paid her father’s debt. Let her sleep under your roof. Fucked her while Giulia packed her bags like a good little wife.” His eyes slid to me, gleaming with malice. “She’s the weakness. Not me.” Matteo’s hand tightened. The veins in his forearm bulged. For one terrifying heartbeat I thought he was going to crush Romano’s windpipe right there.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.